132 Chapter 65, Reconstruction

65, rebuild

The Daily Prophet

Shocking news, on January 28, a super-powerful explosion occurred at Hogwarts in northern Scotland, triggering a magnitude 8 earthquake and destroying half of the school. The specific reason is unknown. The Department of Disaster Prevention of the Ministry of Magic was dispatched to investigate the incident.

The Daily Prophet

On January 29, Minister of Magic Leonard Spencer Moon postponed the implementation of the Education Act No. 14 that night, and announced that the Wizengamot Supreme Hearing would be held on February 7. Retrial of Armando Dippet's human trials case.

The Daily Prophet

On February 3rd, the evacuation plan for Hogwarts was launched again. Seventy percent of the students rejected the evacuation plan. The number of students evacuated by the Disaster Defense Department of the Ministry of Magic was 213, and the remaining 900 students still chose stay in school.

The Daily Prophet

On February 7th, Albus Dumbledore attended the Wizengamot and presented evidence that the half-human king was not the former headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dippet. However, Hogwarts school has not disclosed the true identity of the instigator, the half-human king, and more information is still under further investigation.

The Daily Prophet

On February 15th, Osivia Romanov, director of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Department of the Soviet Union and teacher of Transfiguration at Hogwarts, appeared in court to testify for Headmaster Dippet, confirming that the half-human king was someone else. The true identity of the half-human king was not explained by the authorities of the Ministry of Magic of the Soviet Union.

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On February 27, after a twenty-day trial, the Wizengamot and a jury of twenty-eight pureblood families voted. In the end, Armando Dippet won 15:13 votes and was finally acquitted. However, its seat of presiding judge of the Wizengamot and royal honorary magician was cancelled.

Armando Dippet will return to Hogwarts at the end of March. The Ministry of Magic has resumed the permanent death warrant for the half-human king, and the true identity of the half-human king is still under investigation.

The soft sound of reading the newspaper rang in Hoffa's ears. At this moment, it was already March, and the bright spring light shone along the top of the dilapidated auditorium into the corridor. The sky was blue, and outside the corridor, there were students coming and going, carrying ladders and walking around.

In the corridor, a gray-haired boy was holding a walking stick and slowly advancing like a disabled person. His pale golden eyes, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, the nails of his ten fingers are as thin as cicada's wings, so transparent that he can see the bright red tender flesh underneath.

Hoffa is doing the physical recovery task given to him by the school doctor, walking three kilometers every day.

Beside him was a chestnut-haired girl with a short ponytail and round glasses. She supported Hoffa, who was on a cane, with one hand, and a newspaper in the other, and read to him one after another.

Hoffa listened quietly as he walked. Occasionally, someone next to him came to greet him, and he would smile back.

But in order to talk less, he still tried to go to a place with few people, because there were too many people greeting him.

He can't say much just yet.

At this moment, more than a month has passed since the thrilling life-and-death battle between himself and Sylby. Hoffa's face was still pale, but it was much better than before.

God knows what kind of pain he has experienced this month. When he just woke up from a coma in the first few days, all the bones in his body were like chalk. They shattered when he touched them. He couldn't move at all. His muscles were strained when he moved. It can even shatter and fracture the jaw. This is probably the closest he has ever been to the gate of hell in his life.

Because of that extreme bloody bloom, his black hair that was previously full of ears has turned into short gray hair.

At first, Hoffa thought he would be fine once the old stubble fell out. Unexpectedly, the new growth is still gray.

It was a little unaccustomed to him, for the gray hair always reminded him of Selby. But after watching it for a few days, he had to accept this reality.

Fortunately, his appearance has not become old, which is the only thing to be thankful for.

In the second half of the semester, all classes in the school were suspended, but most of the students still chose to stay in the school. As for the reason, Hoffa felt that most ordinary people, like himself, were unwilling to watch the school be destroyed. .

When passing by a collapsed tower, Hoffa saw a group of students using the floating spell to control a row of stones and ran over.

Under the collapsed tower, some senior students waved wands, while some junior students simply carried logs on their shoulders. There is also a lot of scaffolding on the tower.

There are also some teachers downstairs holding blueprints, pointing at the gaps in the building, and making pictures. There are many scaffoldings on the high part of the tower.

People come and go, almost everyone is very busy.

All the work and tasks of the school were transferred to post-disaster reconstruction, and all courses were suspended. In fact, Hoffa felt that he could learn things faster this way.

It's just that he doesn't have the ability to rebuild the school with others, and now his bones are a little harder than glass.

Standing in the distance, he used a wooden stick to sweep away a piece of gravel at his feet, saw several bottles containing specimens, and carefully identified them. Only to find out that this is the tower where Slytherin stored potions.

"Poor Slytherin, the damage is the worst."

Miranda whispered beside Hoffa.

"How long do you estimate it will take to finish?" Hoffa asked as he walked.

"Not for several years." Miranda said calmly, supporting Hoffa's arm, "But the school is not closed, which is already lucky."

The two passed through the collapsed building and passed the gate of Hogwarts castle. As the first line of defense when the explosion came, the gate of Hogwarts was the most damaged.

There are a lot of people here, many people are yelling loudly and waving their wands. Nearly fifty of them used the floating spell to slowly pull up a new brown wooden door and place it in the place of the original iron door.

"Oak Door"

Hoffa's heart skipped a beat.

Miranda put down the newspaper and stood beside Hoffa:

"You protected the main facilities of the school, but as you can see, the gate of the school was blown away. However, the cost of iron gates is a bit high, especially at this time, so the school can only replace the oak gates."

Miranda shrugged: "But I say, it's not bad. At least the school is still there, and the students are still there."

"If only we could find out sooner," Hoffa murmured.

"The spirit of Hogwarts is not just a few rubble buildings." Miranda took Hoffa's arm and said lightly.

"Keep walking, you only walked less than 300 meters today."

"Well."

Hoffa moved forward slowly, and after taking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

Watching the oak door being slowly hoisted to the gate of the castle, Hoffa remembered something. If I remember correctly, the door in the original book is the oak door. I thought I was changing history, but if I thought about it, I would It seems like nothing has changed.

When the two walked to the side of the black lake, Hoffa was a little out of breath, so Miranda let him rest on a statue fragment by the lake for a while.

After a short rest, Hoffa found that even the entire land had been overturned, and he even saw an office on the basement floor.

He seemed to have been to that office before. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out to be Osilvia's office.

The former gloomy office is now fully exposed to the sun. It has not been repaired here, and it is a mess inside.

Hoffa hasn't seen Osivia for a while, because she went to the Ministry of Magic and has been running around for the case of Armando Dippet. Together with other deans, she is working hard to restore the normal operation of the school.

Standing on a high place and watching for a while, Hoffa turned his head and said to Miranda: "Let's go down and see if there is nothing damaged."

"How could there be? This is the first place to be affected by the explosion."

Miranda said.

"Go and see, in case there are any more."

Hoffa gave Miranda his arm, and Miranda helped him slowly down the ramp.

After walking into the abandoned office, Hoffa found that it was still completely rotten, all the porcelain decorative utensils were smashed, and only a few tattered clothes remained.

Indeed, as Miranda said, nothing survived.

However, when he reached the depths of the office, Hoffa's crutch poked a few pages, and he barely bent down to pick them up.

It turned out to be an old newspaper, and he shook the gravel and dust from the newspaper.

There were several black-and-white photos in the newspaper, which recorded a dead body stuck to the ice. The newspaper recorded the murder of the Minister of Magic of the Soviet Union last year.

This is the old newspaper that Osilvia always carries with her.

It has not been destroyed.

After thinking for a while, Hoffa kept the old newspaper by his side.

"What's that?" Miranda asked casually.

"It's nothing, a souvenir. Help me up."

Miranda took Hoffa's arm and walked onto the flat ground. At this moment, he saw a boy sitting in a wheelchair opposite him, being pushed to the edge of the Black Lake by several Slytherins in green robes, to enjoy the scenery.

Seeing the wheelchair, Hoffa was instinctively startled.

Then he came back to his senses, it was not Sylby, but Tom Riddle.

He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown similar to his own, and was being pushed in a wheelchair by several green robed Slytherins.

This old enemy ended up similar to him this year. Most of Hoffa's injuries were physical, while Riddle's injuries were mental.

The last curse spell had placed too much burden on him.

The school doctor diagnosed him that he might not be able to walk normally or even study normally for nearly a year.

Tom Riddle also saw Hoffa, but just glanced at him indifferently, then turned his head away.

"Want to go and have a look?"

Miranda asked in a low voice.

Hoffa looked at the wheelchair by the Black Lake with complicated eyes for a while, then shook his head and said softly, "Next time."

For some reason, he didn't want to face Riddle, and presumably Riddle didn't want to see him either. The last time their cooperation was also helpless in a crisis, after all, the differences in their personalities were too great.

Hoffa completed the three-kilometer goal very slowly. He didn't finish the task prescribed by the school doctor until dusk.

After returning to school, Hoffa returned to his ward with Miranda's support.

The ward is very spacious. On the left is a pile of gifts as high as a person, and on the right is a row of snacks and letters full of bed sheets. Those were all given to him by Hogwarts students. Compared to last year when he was injured and no one cares about him, this year Hoffa has become a celebrity in the school.

This made him very uncomfortable. If possible, he still felt comfortable coming when no one was paying attention.

As soon as he sat down, he was out of breath.

Miranda, who was nestled in a chair, handed him a glass of water while reading the newspaper.

(In the newspaper, under the flashing lights of a row of reporters, the dejected Principal Armando Dippet said: "Health is my appeal, whether these methods are correct, no. But my starting point is to protect the school, I use all It was an enemy soldier who died in battle, and I have a clear conscience. I only hope that in the last days of my life, I can protect this school)

"Thank you." Hoffa took the water glass.

"Hmm." Miranda turned a page of the newspaper.

"Did the newspaper say when Osilvia would be back?" Hoffa moved his still awkward legs onto the bed.

"No"

Miranda calmly turned over a page of the newspaper, as if she didn't want to talk to him very much.

Hoffa tore off a piece of chocolate frog, stuffed it into his mouth, bit off half of the frog, and asked, "Is she not coming back?"

"I don't know, why are you so anxious to see her?"

"I'm just asking casually."

"hehe."

Miranda smiled, seemingly noncommittal.

At this time, there was a clanging sound outside the door. There were also silver bell-like laughter and chatter, Hoffaton felt uncomfortable, he immediately moved his legs into the bed, covered his body with the quilt, looked at Miranda and whispered: "I fell asleep, you know? "

"uh-huh."

Miranda snorted absently.

After talking and laughing with a few nurses hypocritically.

Aglea pushed open the door, curled her lips in disdain and said in a low voice, "There are no bones, Hogwarts is such a trash school."

Then, the little girl came bouncing in with a long medicine bottle. Her silver hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, and she was wearing the white overalls she wore when refining potions.

Hoffa squeezed his hands in horror under the blanket, closed his eyes, swallowed his saliva and began to pretend to be asleep.

Because he can't do strenuous exercise, the school doctor Reiner said that he has some osteoporosis, and it will take about a month of conditioning before he can return to normal.

But Aglaia, who was a bit impatient, insisted on concocting a bone spirit for him, yes, it was the stuff that Harry drank after the bone in Harry's arm was smoked by Lockhart.

Hoffa swears that it is the scariest thing he has ever drunk in his life. Although the color is as transparent as water, it tastes like horse urine mixed with nitroglycerin and ether. After drinking it once, he definitely does not want to drink it the second time. Second-rate.

Aglaia ran to Hoffa's bedside with the potion and looked around.

"Yeah, I fell asleep again."

Miranda turned a page of the newspaper and said weakly, "No, not today, and not before. He emptied the trash can of the bone spirits you prepared every day."

Hoffa in the bed almost spit out a mouthful of blood, what happened to Miranda today, she sold him in the blink of an eye. He also revealed the matter of throwing the medicine before him.

Sure enough, in the next second, the light in front of his eyes was bright, and Aglaia suddenly lifted the quilt, and stood in front of him with a gloomy sneer: "Good you Horva! How dare you pour my medicine!"

Hoffa huddled on the bed, covered his face and said in a low voice, "Please don't let me drink that thing, I want to die once I drink it."

"No! You must drink!"

Without saying a word, she put her hands under Hoffa's ribs and held him up. Hoffa was physically weak, unable to resist Aglaia, and was afraid of breaking his bones, so he could only sit up sadly.

"Miranda, you bastard!"

"Well."

Miranda turned a page of the newspaper and sank into her chair without looking up.

"You two-faced man, traitor." Hoffa said slightly indignantly.

"oh."

Miranda shifted into a more comfortable position and looked up to read the newspaper.

"Two or five, white-eyed wolf."

"Huh."

There was a mysterious smile on the corner of Miranda's mouth, and she continued to read the newspaper.

"You" he couldn't continue cursing.

Because Aglaia was trying to force-feed the Skeleton down by sticking Hoffa's mouth open with a spoon.

Hoffa, who was unable to exercise vigorously, could only grit his teeth, and turned his head into a rattle, looking like a delicate girl who was kissed by a wretched uncle.

Aglea got angry, so she slammed down the long bottle with the bone label on it and started pinching Hoffa's chin with her hand.

After prying for a long time, Aglaia squeezed for a long time, and found that this man was very determined not to take medicine, so she turned to look at Miranda who was reading a newspaper.

"Are you coming to help?"

"No."

Miranda hunkered down in a chair, pushed up her glasses, and flipped through the newspaper.

"Hello!"

"If he doesn't want to drink, don't stuff it, anyway, the bones grow on him."

Miranda looked like a husband coming home from a busy day at work. He didn't want to answer any of his wife's questions and just wanted to read the newspaper.

"you"

Aglaia pressed her finger hard, click, and Hoffa lost one of her front teeth.

The open-mouthed Hoffa was in a hurry: "What are you doing, I finally got all my teeth!!"

Aglaia's fingers trembled, she quickly took back the spoon, and said stiffly, "Would you like to cooperate sooner? It's up to you."

"You try to drink that stuff?"

"It's okay, it's like glass, if you don't drink it, don't drink it, look at your teeth, they are ugly enough."

Aglea folded her arms and muttered something.

After a while, she tucked in the Saihofa quilt again, and complained in a low voice: "If you can't do it, pay it back, you have to show off."

Miranda pushed up her glasses, leaned on the chair and flipped through a page of the newspaper, and said disdainfully, "Born to work hard."

At this time, a bell rang outside the door suddenly.

It's the bell for the shift change.

Aglaia and Miranda were only with him during the day. At night, he was attended by the school nurse and Potions teacher Horace Slughorn in rotation.

They were in charge of drugging Hoffa and performing some restorative surgeries on him.

Aglaia looked outside and said to Miranda, "Let's go."

Um. "

Miranda put away the newspaper, "See you in the seventh greenhouse, and continue with yesterday's repair."

They are also very busy, involved in rebuilding the school.

"I want to go too."

"I was rotting in bed," Hoffa said.

"Lie down, you want to run around without taking medicine."

Aglea glared at him.

Miranda stretched, yawned, and walked casually past Hoffa's bed.

Then, with lightning speed, she suddenly grabbed Hoffa's jaw and squeezed Hoffa's mouth, making Hoffa's mouth open in an O shape.

"quick!"

Aglaia understood, she quickly grabbed the bottle of nitroglycerin ether horse urine-smelling bone spirit on the bedside table, and stuffed it into Hoffa's mouth.

He gulped down a big gulp.

Even a man like Hoffa, who has experienced many battles, couldn't help but widen his eyes in horror under this sudden attack.

After forcibly filling it, the glass jar was pulled out, and a trace of crystal clear mucus was pulled out. Liquid dripped from the corner of Hoffa's mouth.

"Cough cough cough cough."

Hoffa coughed violently, coughing up tears. He trembled and humiliated: "You bastard! You two, wait for me."

"Hahaha~" Aglaia laughed triumphantly.

Miranda teased: "Wait until you are twenty?"

After finishing speaking, the two girls made faces at him, and ran out holding hands and grinning.

"Damn it, damn it"

He clutched his throat, coughing out of breath, the terrible smell made him want to cry.

But coughing and coughing, Hoffa turned his eyes to the door. He gradually restrained his cough, looked solemn, and slowly sat up.

Standing at the door was not the school doctor Reiner or Professor Slughorn, but a bald man in a black robe and a red scarf, and a tall man with auburn beard.

It turned out to be Dumbledore and Minister of Magic Leonard Spencer Moon.